We're all suffused with promise. Indeed, promise is a blessing and a curse; a blessing that gives us permission - to try, to learn - shows us possibilities, validates our existence.
A curse that creates the burden of expectation.
I've been working on this tune for several months - at least a year, maybe more, actually. It's rounding into form, albeit grudgingly. Here's the first verse:
A battered picture in my room
The portrait of a young Marine
Faded now to shades of gray - like so much promise
His buttons polished
I can just imagine how they shone like gold
Buttons polished, how they must have shone
More to come.
We here at the House Of Strays wish you a pleasant week filled with promise. Please be kind to one another - we're all we've got.
Here's a tune about promise unfulfilled. Please enjoy "Rain Don't Follow The Plow" from Road Of Man